Claimed By Wolf King Mga Nobela at Kwento

Impossible… Could it be… that he was… Lucius smiled as if he could hear what she thought. “I am the King of Lafazall, and the Alpha Wolf of this kingdom, my dear.” ***

Klara was desperately battling her wolf back, she had never known her to be this strong and dominant, the two sides of her mind in a silent battle to the outside world while she could only witness her wolf goading the King… the King of wolves! A descendant of the original wolf. She was panicking as she battled, desperate to take back control and grovel for his forgiveness at her disrespect.

For the first time since stepping out of the car, she wasn’t the only one standing against the Alphas who sought to control her. She wasn’t alone in this fight. Zach’s jaw tightened. “I have every right to claim my mate.” The first wolf let out a low, unimpressed hum. “A claim made under coercion is no claim at all. Your so-called right means nothing here.” A dangerous silence followed his words, but it was broken by something far greater than their mere presence. A powerful, overwhelming force filled the air, crashing down on them like a tidal wave. The King had arrived.

“Was her mother hundreds of years old? Get real!” “What I say is true, whether you wish to believe it or not.” “That is why the King calls. He wishes to inspect your wolf for the markings.” “Did he inspect you as well when you first shifted?” “Of course. Your wolf is said to be the savior. Only a King may hold such a title. For any other wolf to claim that is an act of treason.” “Which I would guess is punishable by death?”

My mother once told me that it's actually to help the king find his fated mate. When I was younger, I did fantasize about being the king's mate. After all, King Haydn Tude is the most powerful and wise werewolf in the entire kingdom. Every wolf has heard of King Haydn's deeds on the border, where he eliminated rogues and made significant contributions to the kingdom's peace.

I knew that not far away, on a snow-covered hill, there was a lone wolf. His eyesight and hearing were sharp. He must have heard every word Julian and I exchanged. He must have seen us hold each other and kiss. But he only crouched there in the snow, unmoving. - Extra: Many years later, the wolf pack no longer had a king. It was said that the young Wolf King went mad, slaughtered every traitor, and then renounced the throne himself. He exiled himself to the edge of the human world. The day Julian and Selena were married, the world took notice.

The power, the respect, the silence that followed. Suddenly, a strong dominance rolled through the place. Every wolf froze as a strong scent rolled through. My wolf turned toward it, her ears twitching. The ground trembled softly under his steps. And then he appeared. The Wolf King. “Enough,” his voice thundered, echoing through the trees. “You dare kneel before her?” The wolves flinched. My wolf didn’t. She straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “You have forgotten who your true King is,” he snarled, walking closer. “No one replaces me. No one commands my kind but me.”

he ordered in a firm voice that sent sweet shivers down my spine. "The K-King! H-He's outside!" I was snapped out of my thoughts by the shaky voice of the servant. "What?" Dexter snarled, definitely impatient. "R-Red Wolf!" the little servant choked on his words. "The Alpha king's wolf! He's here!" My heart stopped at the servant's words. Before I could make sense of his words, a loud growl which shook the entire house erupted, jolting my wolf to attention. My breathing picked up as I fought against Khanos, who wanted nothing but to come out and be with her mates.

These weren’t just any werewolves, they were from the Azar clan, the largest and most feared of them all. Their former king, Khaos, had been ruthless beyond measure. Now, his eldest son Marcus had taken the throne… and was currently locked in a cell. That kind of move wouldn’t go unanswered. Capturing the king of such a powerful clan wouldn’t be seen as justice, it would be seen as weakness. As an insult.

“You are an alpha wolf! We never turn away from a fight. Never!” ‎ ‎The king’s eyes flashed as a low growl rumbled from his throat. The air between us crackled with dominance. “Yes, I am a wolf,” he snapped, “but I am also a king. And a king protects his people above all else. My duty is to them, to this kingdom. Not to wars that may or may not be mine to fight.” ‎ ‎“You would turn a blind eye,” I spat, my voice trembling with fury, “while darkness spreads across the realms?”